I suddenly feel his balls lightly slap my teeth.He holds still for a while allowing me to adjust to the foregin object in my throat and then he starts...to move. My body instinctively tries to dislodge the obstruction and I gagg, he moves faster and my mouth is wet and overflowing with siliva. He holds my head up to get the last few inches inside my mouth. My mouth and lips are stretched and even his balls seem to want to hide insdie my mouth but there is just no more space.I want to please. It was a small sitting room. It wasn’t overly fancy or big. A table, water cooler, TV and couch were all that occupied it. A door opposite the room was open. The lights were out but she could clearly see the toilet and hand washing sink. She went in and closed the door. She didn’t need to use the bathroom but she did anyway. It didn’t take her but a second to wash the gel off. The tingling was finally fading away. Her nerves were walking a tight wire. It wouldn’t take much for her to cum at. I rolled from side to side trying to get comfortable but it was almost impossible. As I lay there, my eyes closed, I was thinking about Aunt Lydia. My hard cock was in my hand and I was slowly stroking myself, my thoughts focused on the image of Lydia's naked body in the shower, the only shower in our house, the water cascading down over her shoulders and breasts, her nipples as hard as rocks. I think that she knew that I was watching her through the window, spying on her if you will, and yet. It got to the point where I was almost inside her, she was so open and ready with the friction and pressing on her pussy.She stood up and took the knickers down, showing me a bush of dense black pubic hair, but which was matted with her juices. She pulled my hand onto her pussy and told me to rub her there. She then lay back with her legs spread and while my hand slid back and forth along her soaking pussy lips, she came again releasing even more juices onto my fingers. I loved the look and.